Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Technova. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.